A score we grew, boughs all a-twine.
I an oak, and you a pine.
From sapling sprung, to sun outstretched.
Content in our diffidence.
Earnest hearts, chase kiss bestowed.
Upon the brow that bore no woe.
I did not know, I could not see.
How your feelings bloomed for me.
Too soon we reached for different things.
You my heart, and I my wings.
So sorry that I could not see.
Sweet symphonies you wished for me.
Now within the shadowed glade.
You remain, soul abrade.
I have gone, leaves, scattered wind.
Erstwhile love to be rescind.
